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May 2012
Softly sprinkled dew falls from the sky
Strangely not dark; as true her lies.
So quiet and quaint; can't comprehend.
Like a puzzle; twisted like the river bends.
Beside it lays a monster; glutted in pain,
Scrambling in silence under the rain.
Not looking to notice the peculiar conditions,
Runs under cover without recognition.

As that morning dew continues to fall,
Water begins to leak from the top of his wall.
He hurries to try and stop it from bursting,
But burst it does, leaving him on the floor cursing.
Cursing the gods and cursing his life.
Getting beat up in his own little strife.
The monster is going mad; tearing down his house,
When suddenly, he is surprised by a little mouse.

"I've been with you through thick and thin,
Why must you destroy yourself from within?
We've been torn apart and now you're alone,
Or so you thought; look how much we've grown.
We've been through so much together.
So much it's like we've been here forever.
I've shown you my love, but you never respond.
And one time, I had thought you'd moved on.
But when you came back into this house,
And you saw more more than just a mouse,
I wanted to give you my everything,
Just know that it's not just anything."
There was silence for moments as the house went down.
Nothing was heard, nothing but a sound;
A slight snicker; followed by a smile on the monster's face.
Then a tear ran down and twisted with such innocent grace.

Then softly sprinkled dew fell from the sky.
No, it wasn't dark; it came from his eye.
Whistling down, like a bomb to hit the ground.
And when that tear hit the ground, there was not a sound.
When the monster looked up, the mouse was gone.
She wasn't there, but now stood something so wrong.
Not a mouse, but a woman; Smiling softly.
How could this be? Just moments ago she was just nothing.
So she took his hand, and held it tight.
He looked up at her, here eyes so bright.
"You're not a monster in my eyes."
The monster couldn't help but cry.
For just that moment, he felt so alive.
The pain had been lifted, now he could strive.
The monster was gone, and nothing was wrong.
Only leaves one to wonder, for only how long?
Ryan Post
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